[2287] in Central_America
New quotes for Sun Mar 18
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Sun Mar 18 01:37:28 1990
Date: Sun, 18 Mar 90 01:36:17 EST
From: root@CHARON.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@BLOOM-BEACON.MIT.EDU
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celine (Robert Fullmer):
Q: How many IBM types does it take to change a light bulb?
A: 100. Ten to do it, and 90 to write document number GC7500439-0001,
Multitasking Incandescent Source System Facility, of which 10% of
the pages state only "This page intentionally left blank", and 20%
of the definitions are of the form "A ...... consists of sequences
of non-blank characters separated by blanks".
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cordolf (Rich DeCristofaro):
The song of the Arolen
'Ere the greyid twilight falls
I have a tremblous tale to spin,
So come here, children, gather all
As I sing of an Arolin.
This Arolin would ne'er have dared
To splitter by the wilitoed square
Since the phrixus and the corobine
Would often slanter close to there.
Except this once, the gruntled 'lin
Wandered blithely toward that field,
Entranced by the spindling weave within
And a cortal desire which did not yield.
So, succumbing to this pervish urge
She found herself entrapped by phrix!
And from the corobine's quillsome dirge
Expired, victim to their crueling tricks!
And so the quizzled Arolen kin
Wondered what became of that one 'lin,
And now they all warn errisked children
With the song of the lost Arolin.
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- Nifty, huh?
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danalee (Dana I Lee):
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ho (Kai-Yee Ho):
yp gomf s ;idvopid nsnr///
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jik (Jonathan I. Kamens):
Entertaining NetNews signatures, number 3 in a series:
--
"It was unintelligible at any speed we played it."
-- A US Government report investigating
possible bad words in "Louie Louie"
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
Snow. Lots of snow. 5 days of snow/clouds, 1 day of sun.
{\LARGE PING!}
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montreal (It's just Toby):
Now let me tell you about Larry Walters, my hero. Walters is
a truck driver, thirty-three years old. He is sitting in his lawn
chair in his backyard, wishing he could fly. For as long as he could
remember, he wanted to go UP. To be able to just rise right up in the
air and see for a long way. The time, money, education, and
opportunity to be a pilot were not his. Hang gliding was too
dangerous, and any good place for gliding was too far away. So he
spent a lot of summer afternoons sitting in his backyard in his
ordinary old aluminum lawn chair -- the kind with the webbing and
rivets. Just like the one you've got in your backyard.
The next chapter in this story is carried by the newspapers
and television. There's old Larry Walters up in the air over Los
Angeles. Flying at last. Really getting UP there. Still sitting in
his aluminum chair, but it's hooked on to forty-five helium-filled
surplus weather balloons. Larry has a parachute on, a CB radio, a
six-pack of beer, some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and a BB
gun to pop some of the balloons to come down. And instead of being
just a couple of hundred feet over his neighborhood, he shot up eleven
thousand feet, right through the approach corridor to the Los Angeles
International Airport.
Walters is a taciturn man. When asked by the press why he did
it, he said: "You can't just sit there." When asked if he was scared,
he answered: "Wonderfully so." When asked if he would do it again, he
said: "Nope." And asked if he was glad that he did it, he grinned
from ear to ear and said, "Oh, yes."
The human race sits in its chair. On the one hand is the
message that says there's nothing left to do. And the Larry Walterses
of the earth are busy tying balloons to their chairs, directed by
dreams and imagination to do their thing.
The human race sits in its chair. On the one hand is the
message that the human situation is hopeless. And the Larry
Walterses of the earth soar upward knowing anything is possible,
sending back the message from eleven thousand feet: "I did it, I
really did it. I'm FLYING!"
It's the spirit here that counts. The time may be long, the
vehicle may be strange or unexpected. But if the dream is held close
to the heart, and imagination is applied to what there is close at
hand, everything is still possible.
But wait! Some cynic from the edge of the crowd insists that
human beings still can't really fly. Not like birds, anyway. True.
But somewhere in some little garage, some maniac with a gleam in his
eye is scarfing vitamins and mineral supplements, and practicing
flapping his arms faster and faster.
-- Robert Fulghum --
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redle (Brian L Elder):
Prepare to meet my friend, Mr. Ionic Displacer!
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spectre (Kim E Morrison):
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tom (Tom Coppeto):
stolen but not wanted.... more to come tomorrow!
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tompalka (thomas m. palka):
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